Sapphic Voices Romance

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Part Five

This is a novel - it builds upon itself. We do not have the beginning, the middle and the end within a few pages. This is a journey - please settle back and enjoy it.

There are a very few mild references to heterosexual sex, some bad language [relevant to the Story] and references to new and old songs - mainly British. I hope my American friends recognise the songs, however.

Chapter 22

Storm checked out the garden set-up of the Crown on the day before their first performance there and liked what she saw. Jonathon Reece had invited her to have a look around and make any necessary suggestions. There was plenty of space for her to move around and the lighting and speakers were all top class equipment. The entire stage and dance floor was under cover and most of the sitting area was likewise protected from the elements, so rain wouldn’t be any trouble.


While Storm was talking to Jonathan, a tall shapely woman walked in and was introduced as Jenny, Jonathan's wife. Storm was surprised but gratified at Jenny’s artless enthusiasm for the band.

“I knew Kathryn was on a winner.” She asserted. “Kathryn can really pick ‘em, you know. I’d back anything she thought was a good thing. I’ve seen your tapes. You are really good. I can’t wait to see you play here.” She slipped her hand into Jonathon's large one and Storm saw the love in her eyes as she looked up at him. “She’ll be the ‘Jewel in the Crown’ won’t she, darling?”


Storm liked Jenny immediately, liked her obvious adoration of Jonathon and admired the strength needed to be able to display it so ingenuously. She felt her own built-in defences lower slightly as Jenny reached up to kiss Jonathon's cheek and tell him that Storm and herself were going to have a coffee in the lounge and a nice chat.


Storm found herself telling Jenny about the trip to Harare, enthusing about the safari and the one-day visit to Victoria Falls. She related the disappointment and trauma of the last day or so and told Jenny how angry Kathryn had been.

“Oh, don’t you worry about Kathryn. Her bark’s always worse than her bite. She was probably feeling guilty that she hadn’t looked after you properly. She’s a big softie inside. To tell you the truth, I’ve been a little worried about her since she’s been back in the country. Well, for a start, we’ve seen her three times in the last couple of weeks and that’s unusual in itself. She’s usually much too absorbed in her work to find the time to socialise. She keeps going off in a dream, her mind far away. Tell me …. “ Jenny paused, reaching out and touching the back of Storm’s hand. “I’m not just being nosy you know, as I really care about her: but … did she meet anyone over there? I thought maybe she and David …”


Storm shook her head, putting an end to the tentative suggestion.

“No. There was nothing between Kathryn and David. They’re just friends. I didn’t see anyone else on the scene at all. Sorry, I can’t help you there.”

“Oh well, we’ll just have to look after her, eh? Get her back to her old self again.”


On the Sunday afternoon, the band arrived at the Crown early – to give Joe, who had been taken on as their part-time 'roadie', a hand with the equipment. Storm was looking forward to the performance and to singing her new songs to Kathryn. She hadn't seen Kathryn since their return earlier in the week. She knew that kd would recognise that the songs had been written especially for her.


As they were setting up the equipment, Jonathon walked in with another man, whom he introduced as Alan Mills, the assistant manager.

“Alan’s not been with us very long and one of his duties is looking after the guest performers. If you need anything at all, just ask Alan.” The men all shook hands and Storm reached out her hand also. Alan’s handshake was soft and a little damp. He held on for a fraction of a second too long, causing Storm to look up into small, golden eyes and a slight shaft of recognition made her frown slightly. She hadn’t recognised the name but the blond hair and golden eyes seemed vaguely familiar. She was about to ask whether they’d met before, when Joe’s voice was heard from the set, asking for some help. Storm smiled briefly at Alan and turned to help the roadie.


They weren’t due to start until 6:30 p.m., so they decided to have a quick snack first, having missed out on lunch. They left Joe in charge of the equipment while he happily played with knobs and dials. When they returned they all waved and said hi to the bouncers, who were known from plenty of previous gigs. It was always handy to get to know the bouncers,as you never knew when they may come in handy. Storm smiled at the two of them, commenting that they should have a pretty easy night of it.

“Classier joint for us all, this one. Must be going up in the world, eh?”


They looked around in the semi-darkness of the heavy shade. There was a small group of customers at the out-door bar, trying to talk above the noise of the current song being played by the DJ. The area was filling up nicely and Storm searched the new faces for Kathryn, without success. They got their bottles of water and Jim and Kenny picked desultorily at their guitar strings, getting in some last minute tuning.


The semi-darkness was pierced with flashing, coloured lights, adding a sparkle to the surroundings, making them surreal and magical. The dancers in front of the stage, with just a hint of the pungent smell of hot bodies, that would later fill the area. Then there was the noise and the tempo of the current song. Storm knew the decibel level would rise once they started playing and the acoustics would reverberate into the stage and bounce off, into the ears of the crowd. The excitement of performing was always enhanced for Storm by this gamut of sensations, filling her mind and body.


Kenny nodded at Storm that he was right to start, a drum roll told her that Cloud was ready and Jim gave a small nod. A slight movement of the hand from Storm brought the vigilant Alan onto the stage to introduce the new act. The surrounding area had rapidly started to fill and Storm had another quick look around and caught a glimpse of Kathryn, at the bar, leaning forward to listen to her companion, a man Storm didn’t recognise.


During the first set of songs, Storm’s eyes kept straying to Kathryn, hungry for the sight of her. It took the whole of the first three songs before Storm’s interest switched to Kathryn’s companion. A second look made her realise her mistake. Though dressed like a man, it was definitely a woman who was leaning towards Kathryn and talking into her ear. One hand rested on Kathryn’s knee in a way that looked way too familiar to Storm. The singer’s eyes flashed with annoyance. Storm turned to the band and said she wanted to finish the set with ‘Gloria’. They shrugged at the change in the program but trusted Storm’s intuition on how the performance was going.


The first bars of the song started and Kathryn’s head turned fully to the stage and a finger indicated to her companion that she wanted to listen to the band. She squeezed the hand that still rested on her knee, to take the sting out of the gesture and Storm saw the answering pressure.


‘Will you marry for the money?
take a lover in the afternoon?’


‘Who the hell is she?’


‘Feel your innocence slipping away
don’t believe it’s coming back soon.’


‘They look bloody cosy together. What the hell is she up to?’


“Now you really don’t remember
was it something that they said?
All the voices in your head
Morning Gloria-a-a.’


She’s doing it to piss me off – I just know it!’


The song finished with its normal crescendo, with Storm’s hand on hands, legs apart and head thrown back. The applause was spontaneous and Storm was gratified to know that Kathryn’s attention was now fully on her. Even Kathryn’s companion was standing and clapping.


“Back soon y’all.” Storm waved and followed the guys off the stage. Kathryn waved them all to come over and Storm paused to drink a mouthful of water before wandering across the room. The woman was shaking hands with Cloud when she arrived, a silly grin on her brother’s face. Kathryn repeated the introduction to Storm.

“Storm, this is Jude Montgomery. Jude – Storm McInnes. Jude decided she’d like to see you play live and she’s been most impressed.

“Just wanted to see what I’d be working with.” She told the group in general. Her head nodded. “We’ll be right.”


Later that night, lying sleepless in bed, Storm couldn’t remember all that had been said. She’d found Jude to be abrupt, impatient with trivialities and wanting to monopolise the conversation. Storm had felt her hackles rising but, for once, she’d kept a tight rein on her temper, as she knew that the woman was essential to their success. The guys seemed to like her and Kathryn positively hung on her every word. She’d told the guys straight out that there was to be no messing with her.

“I’m a dyke from way back, fellas, so don’t touch.” She’d glanced at Storm at this time. “I’ll reserve judgement on you, honey.” A smile on her attractive face and a twinkle in the grey eyes, along with the wiggle of the eyebrows showed a sense of humour. Storm recognised that her own animosity sprang from the fact that the woman kept touching Kathryn’s shoulder or hand in the course of the conversation. ‘And if she’d just stop calling her Kate all the time.’ Storm now thought inconsequentially.


The rest of the band had been surprised when she’d opted not to do the two new numbers that night but had accepted it when she’d said she wanted to do some more fine-tuning on them first. They had plenty of other songs in their repertoire to choose from.


Kathryn and Jude had left together, with Jude’s last instructions echoing in their ears.

“See you tomorrow. Six thirty sharp.” Storm had helped the guys and Joe pack up the van. Blowing a kiss at the bouncers, she’d called out to them, “See, told you it’d be an easy night. See ya fellas.”


Kenny had been feeling a little down, missing David, so Storm had gone over to his place. They’d cooked bacon and eggs for a belated supper and sung all the melancholy songs they could think of: starting with the old Walker Brothers hit ‘The sun ain't gonna shine any more’, through to The fortunes “You’ve got your troubles – I got mine.’

***

“She remembered me. I saw it in her eyes. She smiled and I could see the promise there. Oh Storm, are we gonna make pretty music together?


I waited and followed you, you know? Back to the pretty boy’s place. He may be getting it tonight but soon, very soon, it’ll be you and me. Just you and me? What are you doing right now, babe? Are you touching him like this….? Or like this?”


His body tensed as the pressure built inside him but soon the tension spurted out of him, to the sound of his own breathing and the murmuring of a name. “Storm. Storm.”

Chapter 23

After two weeks of recording, the album was progressing well. It seemed a little disjointed to the actual band but Jude was pleased with it. Storm had found she could tolerate Jude when the business in hand was recording. She respected the woman’s knowledge and she could see that the best was being drawn out of them. It was only when Jude made references to Kathryn and what seemed like many meetings between them, that Storm felt a tightness in her chest.


Storm had spent most of the time at the studio, even when she wasn’t needed for vocals. She occasionally did a turn on the drums to relieve Cloud, with no obvious drop in standard. They brought in a synthesizer and Storm enjoyed experimenting with the different sounds.


Storm was feeling a little stumped: not sure what else she could be doing to persuade Kathryn that her fictitious, previous lifestyle was at an end – without telling her the whole truth. Opportunities to talk to her had been few and far between when she had actually seen her and she was worried that Jude’s influence may enfold and seduce her. Was she already dressing slightly differently? More slacks, less skirts, maybe. She’d even overheard Jude offering to take Kathryn to ‘Adulations’, a gay nightclub that Kathryn would never have frequented previously. Unfortunately for Storm’s peace of mind, she hadn’t heard Kathryn’s laughing refusal of the invitation.


They were to have a welcome break from recording that evening. Jude had told them she had friends over from out of town and was taking them out to dinner. A casual question from Storm elicited the information that Kathryn wasn’t joining the party. Kathryn hadn’t come to watch the band play on the previous Sunday, so Storm had opted to play the two new numbers. Their reception had been all that was desired, getting a huge ovation. Alan, the assistant manager, had been extra effusive with his praise. Storm still wasn’t sure where she’d met him before but it now seemed a little late to ask him. Every one else had been enthusiastic about the performance. Even Johnno, the bouncer, had given her a thumbs-up and said he’d enjoyed it. Mike, the quieter of the two had nodded his agreement.


They hadn’t started recording the words of the two new songs yet but Storm was confident that, when they were played for Jude, they’d be chosen for the album.


Storm’s thoughts veered yet again to Kathryn and Jude. Had they gone to ‘Adulations’ the night before? Had they got together? Storm’s gut twisted at the thought and she made the decision to go onto the attack. Even though it was a Saturday, she’d take a chance on Kathryn being home and go round that very night and try her damnedest to convince Kathryn to want her.


Storm took her time showering and even put on a touch of perfume, that specific, soft fragrance pleasing her. The phone rang and it was a clearly excited Kenny on the line.

“David’s coming to Perth. He’s taking a three-week holiday and spending it here! In his email he says he’ll probably take Kathryn up on her offer of a bed but he hinted that he wanted something a little more open between us. Storm, it’s not going to stuff things up for you now is it? You don’t even need that reputation any more with the new direction of the band and, anyway, I’m sure that now Kathryn knows the real you, she doesn’t believe it anyway.”


“Hey, slow down Kenny. That’s great news about David. Listen, love, you do what you want to do. I’ve grown up a little, lately and I realise that people must be true to themselves. You do whatever is best for you. You’ve shielded me long enough. I’m big enough to do it myself now. I’m really pleased for you, buddy.”


It took a while for Kenny to let her go as his excitement bubbled over. Storm had never heard him like this before, and hoped he’d found the right man at last. When they finally hung up, Storm saw that it was almost 9 o-clock. She was tempted to renege on her plan to confront Kathryn but she gathered her cloak of courage around herself and set off.


The sharp knock on the door startled Kathryn and made both cats jump off their perches and run to the sanctuary of her bedroom. Kathryn pulled her robe around her and approached the front door, glad of the frosted strip of glass down the centre that allowed her to see the silhouette outside. She recognised the figure of Storm and she unlocked the door, standing back, inviting the younger woman to enter. She savoured the elusive fragrance as Storm brushed past her.


“Storm. What a surprise. Come through.” She led the way into the lounge in time to see two sheepish-looking cats creep stealthily back into the lounge. “Great guard cats you two are.” She admonished the unrepentant cats. She turned to Storm and indicated her own apparel. “As you can see, I wasn’t expecting visitors but it’s lovely to see you. Would you like a drink or maybe a cup of tea? Or are you on your way out?”


Storm relaxed into the comfortable armchair and availed herself of the offer of a cool drink. George and Mildred sauntered over and checked her out. As if remembering their last meeting, Mildred sprang up on the vacant lap and circled a few timed before curling up to continue her nap. George wandered over to the other chair to wash himself while he waited for his Mum’s return.


Kathryn carried the drinks into the room and gave one to Storm before lifting the waiting George and re-possessing her chair. George settled onto her knee.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Storm? How can I help?”

“Oh, I just thought I’d take a chance on you being in. Touch base and all that. There’s no problem at all.” She adjusted the sleeping Mildred to a position that was less precarious. “You did really well with the contract, by the way. It’s the most generous I’ve heard of. Not money-wise, I mean. You know, giving us a big say in things. Not letting them ride roughshod over us. Yeah, you did really well with that.” Kathryn nodded her thanks for the praise. Storm continued, filling the silence again. “The recording’s going really well, I think. It’s hard to know when it’s done in bits and pieces but the couple of tracks that are complete sound really good and Jude thinks they’ll be even better after the final mixing.”

“Yes, Jude’s very happy with it all.” Kathryn observed. “She says you’re all very professional but I would expect nothing less.” She smiled across at Storm. “Jude says your voice has a versatility not often found.” The bubble of resentment in Storm burst without warning.

“Jude says this, Jude says that.” Storm couldn’t restrain herself. “What is it with you and Jude? You seem different when you’re around her. Not as scared of what people might think of you. Not so worried that they may guess you’re gay. You seem to be dressing differently too. Where are the sexy short skirts? It seems like jeans or slacks all the time now. She’s influencing you and, damn it, you’re letting her!” Storm lifted the sleeping cat and stood up, replacing the still slumbering cat onto the chair. She stalked about the room, then looked at the silent, pensive Kathryn. “Well?”


Kathryn nudged the wakeful George onto the floor and stood also, a thoughtful look on her face. Eventually she spoke slowly.

“You know, you may be right, Storm, about Jude’s influence on me. I see her, a person in her own right. Not afraid of what people think of her. Showing them what she can do, not just what she is. I see her in her comfortable clothes, still getting the respect she deserves.” Kathryn paused, then continued. “I love my job. I think I do it well and I think it’s useful to people but I’m beginning to doubt that the concept of changing my own image… is good for me.” She walked towards Storm and searched the face in front of her, for understanding. She spoke deliberately. “I am what I am, Storm: and Jude has helped me face that. So yes, Storm, I am letting her influence me.”


Storm tried to read the meaning of the words in Kathryn’s face but couldn’t tell if she was being told that Kathryn and Jude were lovers. Storm groaned inwardly but her voice was cool when she asked the question. Kathryn turned away and made the decision; in her mind, the only decision. The lie was forced out.

“Yes.”

“No!” Storm’s fragile control was lost. She swung Kathryn back to face her. “You didn’t give us a chance, Kathryn, not a chance!” She leaned forward, capturing Kathryn’s lips with her own in a kiss charged with anger, passion and need. She tasted the delicate ambrosia and searched for more. A surge of dizziness rolled through her head. Her mind screamed. ‘Look at me! It’s you! It’s always been you!’ Desire overcame anger and the kiss softened, searched for and found the required response. The feathery tip of her tongue brushed over Kathryn’s lips and she heard a single sound as it slipped past lips, pliant with welcome, like an incoming tide caressing the shore, seeking and exploring, finding Kathryn’s tongue and circling it’s tip.


Storm heard the moan from deep inside Kathryn and her skin felt electric shards where it came into contact with the warmth of the other woman’s body. Her hand began a long, savouring journey inside the robe, feeling the satin of a nightdress and the burning heat within its silky confines. She brushed a finger over an erect nipple, hearing the echo of a gasp from within her mouth, unsure from which body it emanated.


Kathryn slowly, reluctantly withdrew her mouth.

“What are you looking for, Storm?” She groaned.

“I’ve already found it, my love. You just have to catch up with me. God, I’ve waited so long for you. Please don’t make me wait any more.” She claimed Kathryn’s lips once more, demanding a response and Kathryn knew her defences were gone.


The phone rang, a jarring sound in the silence.

“Leave it.” They both said, together. Its raucous tone continued and Kathryn shook her head.

“Hell! I’ll have to get it. Wait right there.” She picked up the receiver and Storm heard, with a sinking heart.

“Oh, hi David. Yes, it’s lovely to hear from you. Well, it’s not the best… no, no, that’s OK if it’s important. I was just off to bed.” Storm raised an eyebrow and Kathryn put a finger across her lips, before her visitor could say anything out loud.


David gave Kathryn the news of his intended trip and Kathryn re-iterated her invitation for him to stay with her. David was grateful but insisted he wouldn’t stay the whole time and wear out his welcome. It became obvious to Storm that David wanted to talk about the present unrest in Zimbabwe and she sat down to wait for the call to end. Eventually, Kathryn was able to bring the call to a close without being rude to her friend. She hung up and explained to Storm.

“David’s coming to Perth and wants to stay with me for a while.”

“I know.” Storm spoke without thinking. Kathryn tipped her head to one side in question. Storm recovered. “I gathered that from your side of the conversation. When does he arrive?”


“Early next week.” Kathryn said, perfunctorily, looking unsure of her next move. She took a step towards the seated Storm and the phone rang again.

“Damn it!” She snatched up the still-warm receiver. “Oh, hi Jude. How are you? Early finish then? No, it’s not too late for a call.” She saw Storm frown and she gestured with her hand for Storm to stay cool. “No, sorry Jude, I can’t make Tuesday. No, I’ve got a friend arriving from Zimbabwe. Well, maybe Thursday. Give me a ring early in the week, hey? OK, talk to you then.”


Kathryn shrugged apologetically to Storm but her guest was already on her feet.

“I think this can be delayed until we’re both free to start something, don’t you think?”

“There’s no need for me to …”

“Yes, there is. I want you and I want all of you. I know you want me. Talk to her next week. Go out on Thursday if you must -- but tell her it’s all over.” Storm opened the door and brushed the back of her fingers across Kathryn’s lips -- and was gone.


“There’s no need for me to tell her anything.” Kathryn finished the sentence in a whisper to the empty room. “There’s nothing for me to tell her, nothing for me to finish.”


Storm got into her car with a feeling of satisfaction. She remembered Kathryn’s responses and knew that Kathryn could no longer deny them. She knew that Kathryn wanted her, regardless of her ‘past’. ‘I will tell her that she’s the first.’ Storm promised.


Storm pulled up in front of her garage doors and pressed the button on her key ring, activating the remote control doors. As she watched the doors glide down behind her, she caught a glimpse of a face peering at her from the parked car across the street and, just for a second, felt a shiver of apprehension. She wondered if it was the same car that had been sitting there when she’d left home earlier in the evening. In the dark, it was difficult to tell. She made the decision to go to the police, hoping she wouldn't look like a fool but the phone calls had started up again and, lately, she’d had the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. She also felt the need to please Kathryn, so she made a silent promise to report it, sometime in the next week.


She checked her answering machine and found two messages. The first one was Jude, telling her in her usual clipped voice to be ready for a heavy few days, as they needed to put a wrap on things by Thursday evening. “Be ready for long days and even longer nights. See you Monday, 10 o-clock sharp.” Storm saluted the voice. She had another eight tracks on which to put down the vocals, including her two favourites. All the backing harmony from the guys was already done, as was all the musical content. Now it was her turn and she was looking forward to it.


The second call was from Kathryn, recorded only minutes earlier, while she’d been driving home.

“Hi, it’s me. I’ve got a ripper for you. Who sang ‘Little things?’ I 'll bet you don't know that one. Oh, and Storm. We need to sit down and have a talk about a little bit of fabrication.” Storm was puzzled and wondered who had told Kathryn about her made-up past. She knew Kenny wouldn’t have said anything. Her last thought before slipping into bed was the answer to Kathryn's test; ‘Dave Berry’ and she smiled, all thoughts of being watched going out of her head.

Chapter 24

Kathryn received a call on Sunday morning with an invitation. Aaron Styles’s parents were having a BBQ for the group of athletes and their parents and coaches. Aaron’s shy voice asked if she would be able to join them for the pre-Christmas BBQ and drinks, later on that afternoon. Kathryn had been looking forward to a pleasurable evening watching Storm perform and hoping for some time alone with the girl. The eager note in Aaron’s voice convinced her she couldn’t say no to his offer however, so she put warmth in her tone as she graciously accepted his invitation.


Kathryn left a regretful message on Storm’s answering machine, explaining the situation. Storm heard it with mixed feelings. She’d been hoping to play her special song to Kathryn that evening but, on the other hand, she didn’t want to be alone with her until Kathryn had severed all personal ties with Jude.


The next couple of days were non-stop for Storm. Jude was a hard task-master and pushed herself as much as she did Storm. The guys were all taking a well-earned rest, with Kenny planning when he could meet up with David. Jude wanted perfection and wouldn’t stop until she got it.

“No, no, no! You have to draw out the last word, drop an octave. Come on, let’s go again.” Though Storm had written the songs, she tended to vary the way she delivered the words from gig to gig. Jude was trying to get the best out of every variation and both Monday and Tuesday saw Storm fall into bed after 2 a.m., setting her alarm for 8 a.m.


There had been a couple of quick calls between her and Kathryn but Storm had been too tired to get into any matters of consequence. She was just happy to hear Kathryn’s voice.

“Hi, kd, how’re you going?” Storm answered her mobile phone on Tuesday morning.

“Great, thanks. David’s arriving this evening. Any chance of meeting him with me?”

“No can do, love. The slave driver’s insisting we get a full two tracks in the bag before she lets me out on home leave. Give him my love and tell him I’ll be seeing him at the weekend. The taping will be in the bag by then, with just the final mixing to do – but that’s Jude’s job.”

“I’m really pleased it’s going so well. We’ll have to celebrate really soon.”

“Yeah. Hey, kd, how about this one. ‘Winchester Cathedral?’ There was a pause from the other end.

“Damn. I know the tune and the words but the singer’s gone. Don’t tell me, I’ll remember it by tomorrow.”

“Not fair. You might look it up. Oh, all right then – just for you. Hey, I gotta go. Colonel Klink is waving to me. Take care.”

“You too, my love.” Storm was sure that Kathryn wouldn’t remember it was ‘The New Vaudeville Band’ that sang the song. ‘That’s one up to me.’ She was still smiling when she got to Jude.


David arrived, tired from the long flight. Kathryn packed him off to the spare bedroom with instructions to rest well and that they’d catch up with all the gossip the following morning. David had planned to have lunch with Jonathon on the Wednesday and was also hoping for a chance to see Kenny in the afternoon, so their morning chat consisted of what was happening in Zimbabwe at present. Kathryn was happy to delay her own news, even though she knew she would confide in David, when the time was right.


Over lunch, Jonathon told David of his plans for a surprise birthday party for Kathryn on the following Sunday.

“Jen and I intend to invite the two of you for dinner and then all the rest of the guys from the band and the hotel can come along later in the evening, after the band’s finished. That should be about 9:30-ish.”

“Great idea Jon, she’ll love it.”


Early on the Thursday, David rang Kathryn at work and told her he was going to ‘Adulations’ that night to see who was still on the scene since he’d been in Perth last. He asked if Kathryn wanted to be daring and join him but, remembering her half promise to Jude, she refused.


The phone rang again soon after.

“Hi Kate. Where are we going on this date then? It’s still on, I hope. I deserve a reward for all the hard yakka I’ve put in this week.” Kathryn laughed at Jude’s persistence.

“It’s not a date, Jude.”

“Well, one can only try. OK, I’ll pick you up about 8-ish. We’ll have a bite to eat and see where it goes from there.” The words were suggestive and Kathryn could imagine the fluttering of eyelashes at the other end of the line. She laughed once more.

“You’re incorrigible. Anyway, will you be finished in the studio by then? Storm says you’ve had the whip out all week.”

“Too right buddy. How about coming to watch today? We’re up to the lucky last and we should have it in the can this arvo. Have you got a few hours to spare after lunch?” Kathryn thought she could arrange it and told Jude she’d be there around 1 p.m.


Storm was in the hot studio, perspiration on her tired face. She’d stripped down to the bare minimum, shorts and halter-top but they were damp and clinging to her skin. They’d repeated the same bit over and over again and the earphones were beginning to chafe the skin at the tip of her ears.


There was a knock at the outer studio door and Jude waved through the sound proofed window, indicating that Storm should take a break. She opened the external door for Kathryn to come inside. Storm paused with her water bottle halfway to her lips. She grinned and waved through the glass to Kathryn.

“How’s it going?” Kathryn asked of Jude, without taking her eyes off Storm, drinking in the sight of her.

“We’re having trouble with this one. It should be the easiest but for some reason she’s not into the feel of it. Dammit, this is the one I want to be the first single release. The poor girl’s knackered though. Maybe you’ll bring me some luck.” She turned again to Storm and flicked the intercom switch, speaking into the microphone. “Storm. How about I play the whole thing again, instruments, backing, the lot. Listen to it and get the feel of it and then we’ll try for the whole thing in one hit. OK?”


Storm gave a thumbs up and the three women all listened through earphones, Kathryn hearing the tune for the first time. The drums, guitars and backing vocals all merged, leaving what to Kathryn sounded like a strange void where the words should be. She was caught up with the beat and the rhythm and guessed the words would have to be intense and loud, but relatively slow to match the tempo. Her toe was tapping and her head nodding – sure signs that the tune was capturing her. There were some unusual riffs from the guitars that gave it a quirkiness that Kathryn liked. The last notes faded out and Jude asked Storm if she was right to go for it. A nod from Storm and Kathryn sat with earphones on, Jude having made the adjustments so that Kathryn would hear the backing with Storm’s vocals superimposed over the top. Storm counted out the opening beat then, looking straight at Kathryn, launched into the song.


‘You listen to the words
you believe all the lies
if you want to know the truth
just look
just look into my eyes’


Kathryn was mesmerised by Storm’s eyes that were willing her to listen to the words, willing her to believe.


‘Can’t you see through my disguise?
ple-e-e-ease look into my eyes


I keep the cloak of darkness
Wrapped around my soul
But I need you, babe, to see
The real me
The real me behind the role.


Kathryn mouthed the words ‘I do’, ‘I can’ and Storm launched into the final verse, her voice even stronger, even bigger.


‘The person that the world can see
the image I portray
it’s waiting, just for you to pierce
I’m waiting
I’m waiting for that day.’


The final chorus, the voice softened, mellowed, pleading its case.


‘Can’t you see through my disguise
please, look into my eyes
my eyes, my eyes
just look into my eyes.’


The backing faded once more and Kathryn and Storm were left gazing at one another through the thick glass. Jude’s voice couldn’t break the spell.

“Storm, that’s it! I loved the softening at the end. Girl, are we on a winner!” She looked across at the silent woman next to her, then down at the girl in the studio. She saw the look mirrored in both sets of eyes and whistled.

“Phew! It sure is hot in here. Come on through, Storm-girl and let me give you a big old kiss.” Storm’s eyes broke the contact from Kathryn’s and crinkled with amusement. With relief, she removed the earphones and shook the droplets of moisture from the ends of her hair which, over the last few months, had been allowed to grow back to its own golden brown hue. She undid the heavy door and walked through to the ante-room, bringing with her a waft of hot, heavy air. She collapsed onto a chair.

“I’m bushed, Jude. That’s it. I can’t do no more.”

“No need, Storm-girl. That’s all I need. The rest is up to me.” Jude glanced sideways at Kathryn before continuing. “Hey, you want to come out and celebrate tonight. Kathryn and I are heading out on the tiles. Join us if you want.” Storm shook her head, still thinking that Kathryn was going to talk to Jude that night, to break off their affair.

“I can’t. Sorry. I’m just going to have a long soak in the spa, then I’m off to bed. I don’t know how you can do it, Jude. You haven’t had any more sleep than I have, this week.”

“Practice m’dear. Plain old practice.”


Kathryn stood up, wanting to avoid the obvious questions in Jude’s eyes. She turned to Storm.

“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night at the Crown, Storm. David and I will be coming to watch you. It was a piece of luck for you that ‘The Dynamics’ got themselves double booked. Well, not really. I expect Jon knows when he’s onto a good thing. I reckon you’ll be offered a permanent Friday or Saturday night club spot quite soon.” Kathryn’s hand rested briefly on the younger woman’s shoulder, feeling the warmth through the thin fabric. She glanced at Jude on her way out. “See you at eight then, Jude.”

“Right you are, then.” Jude’s eyes were gleaming, looking forward to questioning Kathryn in full.


While Storm was relaxing in the spa, she received a call from Jonathon. He told her of the plans for a surprise birthday party for Kathryn and, when he heard that the recording was finished, he decided it would be a joint celebration. “All the regulars from the Crown will be going and I know they’ll be rapt that your CD will be out soon. Can you ring Judith Montgomery and invite her, I haven’t been able to catch her. I think everyone’s going to watch you play, then come en masse at about 9.30. See you there.”


Storm wasn’t sure whether Jude would want to go on Sunday after Kathryn had spoken to her and broken things off between them. She didn't think Jude would be the type to bear a grudge but she might find it a bit awkward. Storm decided to leave a message on Jude’s answering machine, knowing she was out that night. She invited Jude to come to watch the band at 6:30 p.m. and then on to the party at 9:30 p.m.

***

I caught her watching me the other day. I know she wants me but she seems more cautious nowadays. She’s changed from the old Storm. Her body’s not changed though, thank God. I can’t wait much longer. I need a plan to get us alone. Somewhere we can’t be interrupted, specially by that bloody manager of hers. When we’re alone, she’ll be able to act like she used to.

Chapter 25

Kathryn and Jude enjoyed an interesting dinner, with Kathryn attempting to field searching questions throughout the main course. By the time they were relaxing over coffee, Jude’s persistence had paid off, gleaning the fact that Storm and Kathryn were, indeed, attracted to one another.

“So why don’t you move on to the next stage?” Jude wanted to know.

“I just can’t be sure of her, Jude. I know what I’m feeling. There’s no doubt there. I’m in love with the whole person. I know that now, probably have done for weeks. But what about her past? Her reputation of sleeping around and breaking hearts is pretty impressive, you know. How can I be sure she’s not going to go back to her old ways? When I’m with her, I’m sure she feels the same way but when we’re apart … Jude, how do I know that my heart’s safe with her?” Kathryn grimaced at the sound of the melodramatic words.


Jude laughed, softly.

“Don’t forget, that was all with guys, Kate. After she’s been loved by a woman, she’ll know what love really is. People change. You, of all people, know that!” She rested her hand on Kathryn’s. “You can’t ever guarantee against a broken heart, Kate. Ever.” She smiled at her dinner partner. “You were so busy looking at her in the studio today, that you didn’t really see her, or hear the words. I saw and I heard a plea made directly to you – for you to ignore the past, to disbelieve the gossip and lies. To trust her. Can you trust her d’you think?”


Kathryn sat still, contemplating the question.

“I want to trust her, Jude. I’m almost sure that I do. But I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Are you going to cocoon yourself in your safe little world for the rest of your life?” Jude’s voice was deliberately harsh. “Goddammit girl, you have to go out into the big, bad world as yourself sometime, you know. Now’s the time, I reckon. Come on, we’re outta here. We’re off to Adulations to remind you of what good lovin’s all about. Come on. Grab your jacket and let’s go party.”


Kathryn was swept up in Jude’s enthusiasm and they arrived at Adulations at 11:30 p.m., just as things were beginning to warm up. Kathryn felt a forgotten excitement as she walked through the door of the gay venue. She looked around at the couples standing, talking, dancing, kissing. It could be any old nightclub except it was men dancing with men and women kissing women. She experienced once more the warm feeling of ‘family’ that she’d shunned for so long. She couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out. A quick thought, as to whether Storm could fit in with something like this, brought an immediate answer – yes, of course she could. Not for Storm the worry of innuendo or downright prejudice. She had the strength to cope with anything. Kathryn laughed out loud.

“Come on Jude, let’s dance.”


After an hour or so of dancing and socialising with some of Jude’s friends, Kathryn spied a familiar figure on the dance floor and remembered that David had said he would be at Adulations tonight. She pushed her way through the dancers towards him and, as she got close, she saw he was dancing with a man who’s back was to Kathryn. Sure that David wouldn’t mind her interrupting their intimate dance, she shouted his name above the music and waved her arm to catch his attention. David’s face split into a grin when he saw her there and his dance partner turned to look who he was smiling at.


Kathryn looked at Kenny, puzzlement turning to surprise as she recognised him. She looked at David, whose hand was still resting possessively on Storm’s ex-boyfriend’s hip. A frown appeared on Kathryn’s face as questions and accusations welled up inside her.

“You’ve been leading Storm on all these years.” She shouted, barely being heard above the noise of the blast of the music. Kenny shook his head in denial, then glanced at David who cocked his head to one side, indicating they should all go outside, away from the noise.


Kathryn repeated her accusations when they reached the balcony, the cool night air having no effect on the hot rush of protective anger.

“How could you, Kenny? How could you deceive her? I thought she was your friend as well as your girlfriend.” David put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It wasn’t like that, Kathryn. Let the lad explain.”


Kenny started at the beginning, explaining how he and Storm had met. He talked about her family life and how hurtful her mother had been.

“It just seemed that whenever Storm was good, she’d be laughed at and called a goody-goody but when she did things that were a little daring or would generally be frowned upon by others, she’d gain her mother’s respect.” Kenny tried to explain.


He told Kathryn how helpful and understanding Storm had been when he’d being going through his own sexual traumas and how they’d made a pact to cover for each other.

“So what about her reputation. You know, the sleeping around bit?” Jude joined them on the balcony in time to hear the question. Both of the women looked at Kenny, waiting for his answer. He shook his head.

“All lies, as far as I know. There may have been some real affairs but I don’t think so.” Kenny was still shaking his head. “I was the back-up steady boyfriend that she had as an excuse. I think most of the stories were spread by the guys who thought that they were the only ones who had missed out -–so they made stuff up. Mind you, she was very good at the leading-on bit. There would’ve been a lot of frustrated guys out there. It was also good for the ‘Storm troopers’ image to have a rebel as a singer.”


Something that Kenny had said triggered a thought in Kathryn’s mind. She veered off the subject, going off at a tangent.

“You said there’d be a lot of frustrated guys out there. I wonder if there’s one that is prepared to take it a little further.” She looked at Kenny, seeing he’d got her drift. She continued with a question. “Has Storm mentioned any more about anonymous phone calls and being watched?


Jude intercepted the question.

“Hey, Storm mentioned something to me only yesterday. She said she was going to follow your advice and call the cops. You reckon there’s really something in it?” Kathryn wasn’t sure but she didn’t like the feeling of foreboding that suddenly overwhelmed her.

“I’ll be happier when I know she’s reported it to the police.”


Jude, like a terrier, then reverted back to the main subject.

“So, it was all play-acting, was it? It certainly fooled you, the expert.” She punched Kathryn on the arm in a playful manner. “So all the men were a fabrication, a defence mechanism. I’d say she’d be feeling a little lonely by now, eh? Maybe needing a little lovin’. Don’t you think, Kate?”


Kenny looked from one to the other, his face a picture of perplexity. He saw the cock of the head by Jude and the slight nod by Kathryn. His face cleared.

“Do you mean …?” Both women turned to him, smiling.

“We certainly do!” They chorused.

Chapter 26

Kathryn was busy all day Friday, signing the sponsorship contracts on behalf of ‘her boys’ as she liked to call the trio of athletes. She’d worked hard to get the best deal for them and she was satisfied with the results.


She’d received an invitation for herself and David to go to Jon and Jenny’s on Sunday to celebrate her birthday. As she was planning to watch Stormclouds play their extra gig that night, she felt she could accept the invitation without feeling she’d missed out, yet again, on watching them play. She had hoped to be able to spend her birthday with Storm but she was confident there would be many other evenings to share with Storm and she’d never disappoint her friends. She realised that this would be the perfect opportunity to talk to Jon and Jen, to explain about the changes that were about to happen in her life. She hoped that having David there as an ally might give her confidence.


Kathryn tried to ring Storm in the afternoon but only got the machine. She savoured the voice on the taped message before hanging up. She needed a direct answer to the invitation she meant to give Storm, an invitation for dinner at her place on the following evening.


Storm was rehearsing with the rest of the band for the gig that night. It was a special invitation to play in the nightclub rather than the beer garden and they expected to be playing to an audience of a couple of hundred people. They were to do two long sessions during the night so they needed to pick which songs to play in each session, then hone the balance and the timing of the songs. Because of the hours spent in the recording studio during the previous two weeks, they hadn’t had time to rehearse until that day and Storm pushed them to the limit. There were good-humoured complaints, especially from Jim.

“Hell, Storm, I thought you’d mellowed lately. What’s with the Hitler impersonation?”

“I just want it right for tonight, you lazy sods. It’s a special night. It could be the start of many.” Storm’s smile took the sting out of the words. Jim grinned. In one way he missed the verbal sparring but, in another way, it was ‘Oh, so peaceful’.


Storm and Kathryn didn’t have time to speak together before the band started their first stint on stage. Kathryn sat at the bar with David and watched the lights play their tricks on both the performers and dancers alike. Most of the songs chosen were the heavier, rock numbers, suitable for night-club revellers. The last song of their first session was ‘Look into my eyes’ and it received a rousing ovation, auguring well for its release, as a single, the following month.


Storm arrived at the bar first, with her close-fitting top damp with sweat.

“Jeez, I must be getting old.” She lamented with a sorrowful look. “I’m knackered, with all that jumping around.

“Here, have a water.” Their hands touched as Kathryn handed Storm the bottle. “Tomorrow night?” Kathryn suggested.

“Sorry?” Storm wasn’t sure of Kathryn’s meaning. She looked closely at Kathryn's face.

“Dinner, tomorrow night, at my place?” Kathryn elaborated, her eyes never leaving Storm's. “Can you make it?”

“What time?” was the brief reply.

“Seven.” Kathryn murmured as the rest of the band arrived at the bar for a well-earned drink.


The band prepared for their next stint on stage. Storm turned to Kathryn.

“Listen out for ‘All night with me’. It’ll be our second ‘No. 1’ on the charts.” The soft look in her eyes made a mockery of the bragging words. “Listen for it.” She repeated.


The stage was in darkness. A jarring chord from the lead guitar and a spotlight found Jim, head slumped forward as a second chord sounded. A thump, thump on the drums beckoned and enticed a second spotlight, which snared Cloud, legs akimbo – thump thump on the drums.


“Wow!” A scream and three spotlights captured the slight figure behind the microphone.

“Wow!” was repeated, before the words of the song commenced.

‘What you want
baby, I got it.
What you need,
D’you know I got it.
All I’m asking for
is a little respect
When you come home.’


The old Aretha Franklin song boomed out, with Storm’s strong voice doing it full justice. Kathryn could feel the response from the dancers on the overflowing dance floor and the seated audience alike. They loved it and she felt a rush of satisfaction that she’d been able to help harness all that energy into an acceptable act without losing any of its power and sexuality.

‘R. E. S. P. E. C. T.
Find out what you
mean to me’


Without looking, Kathryn knew that Storm’s eyes would be on her. ‘Tomorrow night.’ she silently promised.


It was 1 a.m. before Storm brushed the hair from her eyes and pulled the microphone close to her lips.

“Sorry guys, that’s about it for the night. Just one last little song – a new composition. You’ll find it on the new album. Hope you like it. It’s called ‘All night with me.” There were a few good-natured cat-calls from the audience.

“Anytime sweetheart.”

“Yes, please”

“Pick me. Pick me.”


Storm laughed and waved towards the voices.

“Grab yourselves a partner. Hold them real close. Yeah, that’s right, you cuddle up nice and tight. The words started softly, everyone straining to hear. No backing instruments at this time.


‘Some say my love for you
is wrong.
They say to want you
is a sin
But I want to hold you
all night long.
Please say you will
Please, let me in.’


A guitar strummed, a lilting melody. The strong voice started the chorus.


‘All night with me
Why don’t you stay
all ll night with me.
Does it feel good?
Does it feel right?
Do you feel like staying
all ll night with me?’


The voice softened again, the backing muted.


‘Don’t say to love you
is wrong
don’t say to want you
is a sin.
Please, want to hold me
all night long.
Please say you will.
Please let me in.’


The music blared, strengthened, to match the voice that sang the chorus.


All ll night with me
Why don’t you stay
all ll night with me
Does it feel good?
Does it feel right?
Do you feel like staying
all ll night with me?’


The music softened for the last verse. Storm allowed herself to sink to one knee, the microphone close to her lips. She looked out, towards where she knew Kathryn was sitting.


‘The sun will set
the sun will rise
You’re safe with me
safe from harm.
The night is ours
look in my eyes.
You hold my heart
look in your palm.’


She stood once more, preparing for the last chorus.


All ll night with me
Why don’t you stay
all night with me.
Does it feel good?
Does it feel right?
Do you feel like staying
all ll night with me?


Yes, you feel like staying
All night with me


Yes! You feel like staying
All night with me


YES!’


Kathryn’s body tingled as the sensuous voice washed over her, caressing her skin with the words, knowing they were for her alone. Written with love and received with love.


Her jaw tightened as she held back the tears that were threatening to escape. Her throat ached with the strain. At the end of the song, amid the enthusiastic applause and whistles, she escaped to the ‘Ladies’ to try to gain control of herself. When she emerged, the band was grouped around David at the bar. Storm looked into her eyes and Kathryn knew that the singer was aware of the effect the song had had on her. Storm smiled to break the spell.

“Come and join us for a drink, kd. It’s a quickie for me as I’m off to have a good night’s sleep. It’s been a long day and I’ve got another full one tomorrow. Kathryn thought she’d caught the hint of a wink but couldn’t be sure.

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